A few hours later the force came upon Kakariko Village and a suspenseful place it was. The riders rode in and looked about the place. Alagbor dismounted his horse and approached the commander. Lossenisel, Nilalkar and Saria followed. Out of the corner of her eye Saria noticed Galandrim and Hallimacil readying for combat with some other soldiers. Rain poured down in sheets and soldiers rushed about everywhere.
“Commander! Where is the king?!” Yelled Alagbor to a tall man suited with armor that was ordering some troops around.
“There you are Alagbor, I was beginning to think your resistance had failed back at the city. The King is up yonder on the hill,” he said pointing up towards a large mansion in the upper part of the village. Alagbor nodded and murmured: “The resistance did fail” as he turned away. It would be a while before commander Henix received any word of this. The four Kokiri proceeded up through the village to where the king was watching over the situation. He sat with what was left of the royal family. Himself, Rudinious Oden Hyrule, his son Xavier and the princess Zelda. His younger son was dead as was his wife and brother. They sat under a tarp; he and Xavier were deep in a debate with some military advisors though he had left the conversation, his mind bent on matters that were elusive… though at the same time the evils on his mind were helping to destroy Hyrule.
He suddenly came out of thought noticing an orb out of the corner of his eye. He looked up to see that it was forest fairy. Alagbor and a few other Kokiri approached. He rose to his feet and Xavier and the advisors looked over at him. He had deep-set dark eyes and a white beard; he wore a red robe and bore a gold crown upon his head.
“Alagbor, it fills my heavy heart to see you still breathing air, and relatively unscathed I see you are as well”, He said in a deep mellow voice. Alagbor nodded.
“What’s the situation sir?” Asked Alagbor.
“Look for yourself”, said the weary king nodding down toward the main entrance to the village. “We have set up a strong barricade but it seems as if the Moblins have a ram on the other side. It won’t stand long. And with orcs backing them up… a rough battle is sure to ensue…”, said Oden looking down.
“My lord something is not right here”, said Lossenisel speaking up.
“Since when can a Gerudo lord spawn orcs, orcs that bear a symbol long forgotten? Yes my lord, you wish not to see it, I detest it equally but it is indeed the symbol of Aganhim, the Mortehta”, he spoke the word, the elvish phrase rolled of his tongue like a slithering snake, for it was considered a shun to say such a word. For it was also the name of Aganhim’s organization.
At first the king was shocked but he soon gathered his wits about him.
“If these orcs were Aganhim’s, then he would have to have…escaped”, the word escaped was whispered out of his mouth as he sat down looking more stressed and confused as ever. He rested his elbow on the arm of his throne and rested his face in his hand. He sighed deeply and looked to be in deep thought. Now Prince Xavier spoke up.
“Well we do have the most powerful weapon against him, I remember the story clearly: Aganhim put his life-force into the ring, and if the ring falls into the hands of an enemy of Aganhim…The dark lord is at their mercy”, he explained with a smug look upon his face.
“That is true but we still know not of how to destroy this ring”, said Alagbor. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise down by the gate. The barricade was growing very weak. The king looked at Alagbor and spoke quickly:
“Alagbor my soldiers will need all the help they can get down there, we will hold council to discuss the fate of the ring at the elven haven of Tol Ostar, stay off of the Plains they are being over-run by our foes, go now and may Din bless her fire of power upon you all!” He said and the four Kokiri rushed with Prince Xavier from the tall stone wall next to the windmill and proceeded through the town to the gate.
Saria readied her bow and loosened her two long daggers in their sheathes. Next to her Nilalkar drew his sword and picked up a sturdy shield, a bit big for him but it would do. Galandrim was wearing think Leather armor and a shirt of mail, he too drew his sword. Alagbor and Lossenisel bore sturdy and beautiful polished broad swords, their fairies now hid in their pockets. Hallimacil looked truly lethal. He wore a long emerald tunic, a strange tunic that was thick and came down to his black polished boots. He wore a chest plate of golden armor and wore a gold helm, as well as black gauntlets. He wore an emerald cape and bore a curved scimitar. On his back he sported a bow and quiver of arrows.
There were about one hundred fifty soldiers in all, though this was mostly consisted of the King’s private guard. Hyrule actually had a sizeable army somewhere in the great country. Another loud crash weakened the already flimsy barricade even further. Saria readied her bow and took careful aim at the narrow gate. A few other Hylians did likewise. ‘BANG! BANG!’ Alagbor tightened the grip on his sword. ‘BANG!’ Nilalkar’s fairy cowered behind his master. ‘BANG!’ Xavier brushed his long dark hair out of face, and adjusted his chest plate to a more comfortable position.
With one final blow the barricade finally came down and enemies began to pour into the overwhelmed village. Saria released an arrow at a nearby Moblin. It struck the stupefied creature in the head and it fell to the ground dead. Alagbor and Lossenisel charged forward and began slicing through the enemies as if they were running through a thick forest. With immense speed they spun, rolled, ducked, dodged, and leapt through the enemy lines furiously cutting, stabbing and slicing with their swords as they went. The Hylian soldiers charged forward and collided with the orcs and Moblins. Galandrim and Xavier and Hallimacil went with them. Nilalkar and Saria stayed at the edge of the battle, Saria drawing one arrow after the other covering Nilalkar. He fought off his enemies with a sword and kept them away from Saria, knowing that she wasn’t trained very well with her daggers yet.
Saria, amidst the madness, looked around her. More enemies poured in endlessly through the breached gate. It suddenly dawned on her that she had two choices: to continue fighting here until she is eventually killed and Aganhim’s ring be turned back over to him, or to flee the battle and proceed to Tol Ostar, where they could take actions to save the Hyrule and the world. She drew another arrow and shot another orc, her twenty-seventh kill. She then called to Nilalkar:
“Nil! Let’s get out of here!” Nilalkar turned and nodded, then called in elvish to Alagbor and Lossenisel:
“Rima ten’ta! Alagbor! Lyeuva Kela!” He called. The two of them rushed out of a mass of orcs towards he and Saria.
“We need to get out of here before we get killed!” Cried Saria trying to amplify her voice over the ambience around her.
“How do we get out? The passage to Death Mountain is likely being watched”, said Lossenisel.
“We have to get to the king!” Called Alagbor standing up. The four of them rushed up the stairs near the Death Mountain gate. They rushed over to a building on their right and kicked the door open they dashed through and ran out the back door and found themselves in a small yard tucked behind houses. They climbed up a small ladder that stood near a tall fence; through the fence one could see the windmill. When they got up the ladder they found themselves standing next to the windmill. They ran over to where the King sat on his throne. For the first time, Saria noticed the rain had stopped falling.
“My lord, we need to get out of here, our fate is not in this battle, losing the ring is a risk we cannot afford”, said Alagbor. The king nodded.
“I understand that, though it looks that we shall soon find victory”, said the king looking over the battle.
“We need a safe passage out of the village”, said Alagbor. Impa spoke up.
“There is an old tunnel under the Windmill, a sort of eerie place, lots of strange gears and machinery. It will eventually lead you above the small cliffs at the graveyard, from there you can cross a rugged pass along Death Mountain”, she explained as if she had it memorized.
“Thank you Impa, we shall see you in Tol Ostar”, Said Alagbor, he bowed and turned toward his companions.
“Alag, where exactly is Tol Ostar”, Asked Saria.
“Its in the Lost Woods”, he said casually. Saria looked very surprised to hear this.
The four of them dropped down onto a walkway in front of the windmill. They opened the door leading into the windmill and stepped inside.
The windmill had a very damp, musty smell and a strange music played throughout the place. In the middle of the room was a rotating platform powered by the wind. There was nobody there though a wind powered music box played in the far corner of the room. The place was probably abandoned when the village was evacuated. For the first time Saria wondered where the people had evacuated to. There was a door in the far corner of the room. They walked over and proceeded through. They found themselves in a room full of massive gears. The wound their way through gaping at the size of the place and the massive machinery. It seemed to stretch outward and downward forever. A strange light filled the room as they went along, pale like moonlight. Alagbor led the way with Lossenisel and Nilalkar following behind, Saria last, looking around in awe at the great dungeon. At last they came to a doorway with some stone stairs going upward. They climbed the stairs to find themselves standing above the graveyard. In the distance they could hear clashing metal and shouting from the battle. All was still in the graveyard as the four unsuspecting Kokiri climbed down the small cliff.
“There’s the way out over there”, said Nilalkar pointing over to a break in the cliff at the far corner of the cemetery. They began to walk over to it but as they got to the center of the graveyard a strange mist began to rise out of the ground in front of them. Alagbor stopped and watched it. It began to rise all around them. Then four lanterns with burning purple fire in them popped out of the ground and hovered in the mist. The four Kokiri drew their weapons and formed a circle around each other. Around the lanterns the mist began to form into terrifying ghostly figures. Completely white with glowing dark eyes; covered with torn, ragged shrouds.
“Poes…stay close!” ordered Alagbor. They began to close in the four companions; Saria directed an arrow at one of the Poes, it struck it dead on and the foul spirit vanished. The four Kokiri then hurriedly ran through gap in the ghosts’ encirclement and quickly sped out of the graveyard through the secret exit and out into the wilderness.
They climbed up to a precipice overlooking Kakariko village where they could see the wreckage of the ongoing battle. As they looked over the high cliff Alagbor spoke:
“War is upon Hyrule. Soon it shall spread all over Middle-Earth. But our place is not here in this battle, our role here is to destroy this ring. That is our duty, our fate. Saria…” he looked over at the innocent green-haired girl; she stared back.
“You… are bound to this ring, we are bound to you. We will always, by our word, be at your side”, said Alagbor gravely. Saria nodded and smiled but said nothing.
“It is time to defeat this evil once and for all, let us make haste”, he said with a grin. At that they all sped off into the wilderness, the four Kokiri, with a lust for adventure, who knows what will await them in the times ahead….
